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11. Kinky Breakfast
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Of course I will not abandon this story! This is only the first sequel ;) Thank you very much for your sweet message, yarazard! A few days ago I've finally resumed writing the next chapters and adding some more drabbles to the plot sheet - funny coincidence that you've left a comment just today! I was shocked to no end that the last update had been in late September… What can I say? Life got me, after my surgery and a longer than intended recovery I've found a fulltime job for the next few months until my childhood dream will hopefully come true. Time will tell. To achieve my goals I'm heading to the gym after nearly every shift and at home I'm preparing for the written aptitude tests. At the moment I'm pretty busy, but I'll do my best to update regularly from now on.
Oh and I'm glad the series is well received by the community as well ;)
I wish you all the best!
Enjoy the next chapter,
SquaMata
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Shortly before dawn Sakura sneaked out of her bed, using all her ninja skills not to wake the quietly sleeping hokage. Although she had no concrete idea what had happened the night before, she somehow felt the urge to do him a favour. The peaceful atmosphere around them and waking up next to him, with his body wrapped protectively around hers, told her everything was fine. Sakura headed for the kitchenette smiling contentedly and decided to surprise him with some breakfast.
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While she took stock of all available groceries hidden inside of her cupboards and the fridge, her inner-self started another conversation.
It's like a huge hangover without a headache or nausea.
Yeah, but we have some memory loss or distorted view. How come?
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As hard as I try, I can't put the cards together. I'm sorry.
Try harder!
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It's blank. Should we be on alert?
I don't think so.
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Sakura sighed. What are you doing with me, Kakashi?
Deep in thoughts she hugged herself for a while, relishing in the strange warm and fuzzy feeling that kept surrounding her since she had left the bed.
It felt like her new personal cocoon.
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Okay, so what's the last clear thing we can remember?
Bright moonlight and dark shadows.
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Hunger and passion, love and trust.
Tender kisses and harsh rope.
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Loving caresses and heavy pressure.
Warm hands and strong grips.
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Flying and diving.
It felt like diving in the peaceful ocean.
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Woah, that doesn't make any sense.
I know, but it's a very soothing idea. We should do that sometime!
The pinkette shook her head and smiled. Hopefully the renowned copy-nin would reveal that mystery at the breakfast table.
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Sakura was so engrossed in stirring the pan and discussing with her inner-self that she didn't notice the exceptional shinobi stalking her soundlessly. Strong hands gripped hers from behind while he spun her around and pushed her against the counter next to the stove. Her surprised shriek was instantly stifled by his fiery kiss. Kakashi managed to switch off the stove and set the pan aside without ever breaking their intense contact. Tenderly he sucked his way down from her earlobe to her neck where he buried his teeth in soft flesh. The young woman hissed of the sharp pain, but before she could protest it was already gone. The tip of his fine tongue surprised her instead with tender caresses of her now overly sensitive neck. The pink-haired beauty moaned loudly in bliss.
How could a short bite inflict such a cascade of lust?
The silverhead was still a mystery to her, his lovemaking was more than she had ever hoped for and even more than she had ever been thinking it possible. With a sudden jerk he lifted her up onto the counter and pulled her legs apart. Their hungry eyes met for a brief moment before longing lips crushed together again. Sakura's hands fumbled with the hem of his pants until she finally got him free, while he opened up her satin dressing gown and nibbled her rosy mounds, his tongue toying with the tiny metal bars. The silverhead pushed her demanding hands aside and kept them still in a fairly strong grip.
The powerful kunoichi couldn't wait any longer and so she tried to pull him near with her feet. Kakashi chuckled in that tone that had been her secret arousal for so many years. Thank God, the two wouldn't ever have to hide their passion from each other again. The copy-nin loved to tease her senseless until she was ruled by her most animalistic desires. His rock-hard length stroked her sensitive folds, from her swollen pearl down to her awaiting cave, almost entering her, but before she could welcome him he started his torturous path anew. The nearly painfully aroused pinkette could feel his dangerously low chuckle vibrating through his chiselled chest pressing her down onto the top of the counter.
Her moans became even more desperate and she struggled hard to get what she wanted. The current hokage leaned even more forward, the tip placed right in front of her opening while he kept her body immobilized both with his iron grip and his weight.
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Then he whispered huskily, "What do you want more? Do you want me to explain now what happened last night or should I fuck you right here against the counter now?"
"Explain it later!"
Yeah, ain't nobody got time for that!
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The arousing noise of sadistic amusement vibrated through his torso again which created a much wanted friction on her lower regions only to earn him a soft moan. "That would make a third option."
Feeling vindicated he nibbled her earlobe. "But what if there is no third option?"
"It always is." She gritted her teeth and tried to compose herself.
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"Mhm, I will rather show you what we did yesterday." His tongue sensually traced her collar bones. "That is, if you comply?" He took the opportunity to rub his member once more up and down her awaiting folds.
Her emerald eyes rolled back as she moaned her response, "Yes."
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The skilled lover bit her neck again, but this time his jaws kept the pinching pressure for a while. He only reduced the force for he could roll the sensitive flesh in between his teeth for some time, increasing her arousal.
Her body went stiff of the sharp pain and she screamed loudly as it turned into sweet pleasure. "Fuck, yes!"
"But first I'd like to take you right here." And with that he bit the sore spot again and at the same moment he pushed himself into her. The silverhead's warm hands took grip of her hips and he started thrusting passionately into her.
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Sakura wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders and his lustful mouth let go of her neck with a loud guttural groan. In her eyes he was the epitome of masculinity, eroticism and love. This man had saved her life in so many ways for so many times that she had lost count. This man was her life before she had even noticed him as a man. This man had shown her so many sides of every aspect in life and now she had been finally allowed to see the hidden sides of him.
He was her saviour, her best friend, her sensei, her fighter, her comrade, the current hokage, her lover and her personal sex god. Their lips crashed together in a series of fiery kisses only to be interrupted by ragged breathing and loud moaning in electrifying lust. Mismatched orbs found her emerald ones as he pressed his forehead against hers and caressed her cheek. Within those brief seconds their eyes bared the deepest and dearest emotions more than words could ever tell. An intense moment of love like this was what she had been living for.
Their tongues danced together for one last time, then his thumb began to draw circles around her clit. Sakura dug her nails deep into his shoulders as she finally fell over the edge and took him with her. In sweet satisfaction the couple sank down onto the counter, still connected and trying to catch a breath.
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"Good…Morning, hime."
Sakura smiled happily, "Morning, hokage-sama."
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Kakashi chuckled amused with his head lying in between her breasts.
"Let me make coffee for you!" Carefully he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then he helped her to get down from the counter.
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Sakura was sitting at the table while a very topless hokage resumed preparing their breakfast. Her legs were still trembling, that's why he had told her to sit down and let him do the work. Fantasized by the dance of his muscles as he conjured up their meal, she completely forgot the coffee in front of her.
Kakashi approached with a cocky grin and set a plate in front of her. "It's a shame to let the foam collapse, Sakura. It's a science in itself to create a perfect latte macchiato with almond milk."
"Huh?"
His cocky grin grew wider as he had followed her trail of sight from the protruding veins at the v of his abdomen and his silver strip over his fine abs to his strong pecs until her eyes finally found his amused ones. She blinked in unawareness and his index tipped against her glass of coffee. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just –"
"Staring. I know."
"Distracted."
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"My, my, Sakura-chan! I still have that effect on you, huh?" Chuckling he sat down next to her and presented her his best eye-crinkle. It looked so much better without the stupid mask. His handsome face was a sight alone to die for, but the combination with his body and the wonderful person hidden inside the amazing shell made her still wonder why he was hiding.
"Really? You're thinking about my mask again?" He took a bite of Sakura's favourite bread.
The pinkette nodded and smiled dreamily at him, her cheeks tinted in a slight shade of pink. Her eyes looked at the sad piece of what once used to be the perfect foam layer on her coffee. She spooned up the collapsed remnant and drank the coffee in layers like she always did. The taste of almonds, coffee, cinnamon and vanilla bathed her tastebuds with mirth. At least the flavour hadn't lost its integrity.
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"Can we talk about last night?"
"Sure. What do you want to know?"
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"Actually I have no idea. It was… strange. I think I can't remember that much."
Calm and professional as ever Kakashi responded, "Subspace."
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"I've been there before, but it's not the same."
"It is never." He spread some peanut butter on his bread and took a fork full of scrambled eggs. After relishing in the taste of fresh herbs and eggs he asked her earnestly, "Have you ever heard about deep subspace?"
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"You mean it's real?" Her eyes turned wide.
"Of course."
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"But the definitions vary a lot."
"Everybody has different experiences. Mainly it's an alternation of perception caused by a rush of hormones. As a medic I'm sure you have a more specific explanation."
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They continued eating their dishes in silence. Apparently she needed some time to recap and digest the new information.
Together the couple cleaned the table. Sakura had finally mustered up the courage to ask him one elemental question, "Did you? I mean, did we?"
"No, of course not. My intention was to let you feel. I wanted to give you a new experience and you've responded so positive that I couldn't find the heart to disturb your flight or whatever you want to call your first experience with deep subspace."
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"Dive."
"Dive?" He grinned broadly.
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"Yeah. I can't describe it, but it reminded me of diving in the ocean."
"Hopefully you liked it?"
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"It felt like I was in peace with myself, the universe and everything concerning me. I've never felt such inner peace and relaxation before. I want to try that again soon!" She wanted to experience the suspension as soon as possible, but this time fully conscious.
His grin turned into an intense stare, he was back in predator mode and she was his favourite prey. "What about now?"
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"Don't you have to work today?"
His playful smirk appeared. "As my infamous hokage brain recalls you too, but there's plenty of time!" He cocked his head to the side and intensified his irresistible smirk.
He took her hand, "Let's go."
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"But who will wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen?"
"Don't bother, I'll take care of it later." He led her into the bedroom.
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As it turned out the skilled rigger had awaken a new passion she had never been aware of.
The feeling of being in a suspension with rope creating oppressive friction and calming safety at the same time wasn't frightening anymore, it was even more desirable. Kakashi had tied her into a safe chest harness with a decorative pentagram knot, a futomomo and suspended her other ankle with a single column tie, which could be easily opened if she would panic somehow. The silverhead granted her enough time to adjust.
Although this time it was more technic than play they spiced up their bondage session with some sex. First in suspension and as her ties began to get uncomfortable he laid her down on the bed and took her from behind. Despite his member being of remarkable size and unintentionally hitting her too deep inside that it sometimes hurt in this position, it was such a turn on and the sweet pain increased her desire to feel him even more.
The rush of an enormous orgasm was building up, but she held back somehow.
*slap*
Did he just slap my ass?
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"Sakura", Kakashi said in what could only be described as deep sexy voice.
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*slap*
He can do whatever he wants as long as he says my name like that!
*slap*
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"Stop thinking."
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*slap*
A warm hand cupped her womanhood while the copy-nin leaned forward and whispered huskily, "Let go…" he breathed hoarsely "… for me."
Then he bit her shoulder firmly and skilled fingers stimulated her pearl until she climaxed shakingly. He followed suit and came hard pulling her hair with a loud animalistic growl.
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Afterwards they cuddled peacefully in bed. All of a sudden Sakura shrieked, it was around 9 a.m. now and both had completely forgotten about the time.
"Guess I'll need a good excuse."
"So do I."
He started laughing and she joined in, he then jumps out of bed and pulls her up, "Come on, let's have a quick shower!"
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She started laughing again. "I thought you said something about a shower quickie."
"Hm, good idea." And with lightning speed they found themselves inside of her shower cabin.
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Naruto and Shikamaru were waiting inside the hokage's office. At half past 10 Kakashi finally appeared in his office.
The hokage ruffled his silver mane in unease, "Sorry, I was…"
"Oh, come on! We both know why you're late, sensei!" The blonde jinchuuriki blurted out.
The shadow wielder smirked all too knowingly. The redness seemed to seep out from underneath Kakashi's mask.
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"You know, you could have informed us at least, so we can also stay a little longer with our wiv… Ramen! "Naruto quickly noticed his mistake. "Uh, I mean at home, eating ramen or something." The wannabe-hokage sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and Shikamaru couldn't hold back an amused chuckle any longer.
The copy-nin coughed and gave them a stern look. "We should focus on business, now."
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The Nara heir began to speak, "For the next three days including this day you will be here, Naruto and we will introduce you to your tasks as a substitute hokage."
Kakashi pointed at filing shelves on the right. "This rack here contains files of every Konoha-nin on duty and their current missions. Shikamaru and I have already prepared the disposition for the next two weeks. In case of an unpredicted situation that requires alteration you must consult Shikamaru or in the worst case you will contact me."
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The black-haired consultant stepped closer, took the blonde by his arm and told him quietly: "Naruto, please let him be. Unless there isn't a fifth shinobi war and all hell breaks loose promise me you won't be calling for him. He needs some time… alone. You know."
Demanding dark eyes met blue.
"Sure."
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Meanwhile Sakura hurried to the hospital. Tsunade had returned just recently and they had scheduled a staff meeting for today to which the pinkette was beyond late.
When she arrived at the conference room eventually, the meeting has almost finished. Strangely Tsunade didn't rip her head off, she gave her a stack of files instead and said something about how nice her boyfriend was. Thereby the blonde laughed full-heartedly and the other colleagues agreed.
"My boyfriend was here?"
"Yes, Tatsuo informed us about your sudden meeting with the hokage. In the meantime I've begun to sort these papers here." She pointed at the stack. "The first five jounins have already been through their check this morning." She handed her some more papers, the funny shine in her eyes remained with a slight smile curving her lips upwards. "These are their results."
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"Thank you, Tsunade-sama", Sakura said only for her to hear.
"Sakura-sama", whispered the former hokage and held back another burst of laughter.
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After a long day at the hospital of fighting unintentionally for her position, Sakura came home.
To her surprise she found the whole apartment cleaned up with a red rose and a letter waiting for her on the kitchen counter right there where they had fucked each others brains out hours ago. Even her bed was neatly made and her bathroom smelled of her favourite orange cleanser.
Really?
Impossible man.